Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A

Years Teach Us More Than Books.

People Look With Sympathetic Eyes Only At The Blossom And The Fruit, And Disregard The Long Period Of Transition During Which The One Is Ripening Into The Other.

What Is All Our Knowledge Worth? We Do Not Even Know What The Weather Will Be Tomorrow.

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.

Of All Afflictions, The Worst Is Self Contempt.